Thirty-three Years or Yesterday

Kevin's college roommate and his wife came to visit this afternoon. Thirty-three years since the men have seen one another!

An interesting facet of cancer--some people are frightened by the reality and disappear from your life. Some people, though, return to your life after long absences. It's like a reminder that we can't put off things forever because one of these days that "forever" marker is going to come due.

The impending arrival of visitors meant a little bit of house cleaning had to occur. I tackled the layer of dust once I convinced myself that I couldn't pass it off as some sort of nifty guestbook where they could sign their names and the date of their visit.

Kevin wrestled his way into--you guessed it--The Forbidden Closet and emerged with the sweeper. I didn't even try to peek in the Closet as I was in full combat mode with the dust bunnies.

It was nice to meet Mac and Nancy after all the years of the Annual Christmas Letter exchange. They were on their way from Georgia to northern Ohio to visit family and only stayed a couple of hours with us. The men didn't get around to any college reminiscing but we did catch up on more recent times of parenting our kids, our parents and ourselves. Turns out their adult kids are every bit as human--albeit perhaps not as colorfully human--as our own.

Tomorrow early we head to Indiana. Soccer with Josh in Indianapolis then on to Lafayette for Mother's Day weekend.